Learning to Fly

Clark stood on the roof of his barn and tiptoed to the edge. He forced himself to look down and immediately wished that he hadn’t.

He had often been ridiculed at school because he was different. He wore glasses even though he didn’t need to and he stuttered whenever he was nervous. But his mother had taught him to always stand tall and to believe in himself. “You can do anything that you put your mind to,” she had often said to him.

He trusted her.

The wind was calm and he looked down again. He was less scared. He believed that he could fly.

So he jumped.

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